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[empath_wiggin]

Now here's something you don't see every day. At a table are three men and two women, all playing Sabacc. Biggs Darklighter, Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Mark Cohen and Joanne Jefferson are playing with various degrees of skill. If the piles of change in front of them are any indication, Biggs seems to be raking in the cash

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[lvpd_sidle]

Sara wanders by at some point and observes quietly for a moment. She hasn't gotten to a point where she can talk about Tony without crying, but she's no longer looking as though she were on the verge of a breakdown. Time heals, eventually.

"The last time I played a game with you, Mark, we got sucked into a dungeon," she says at some point, a hint of humor in her voice.

[bohemian_mark]

"Now that sounds rather kinky if you ask..."

Biggs gets cut off by a glare from Mark. "I didn't ask you, Biggs."

Joanne facepalms, and returns to the conversation she was having with Qui-Gon, after waving at Sara.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara waves back at Joanne before making a face at Biggs. "It's oddly reassuring that people everywhere never seem to leave high school," she says with false sweetness, taking a seat next to Mark.

[bohemian_mark]

Valentine can't help but snicker a bit, as Biggs tries to splutter his way into a bit of redemption. "Give it up, Biggs. Now, you were explaining to me earlier about how the controls on the X-wing simulate those on a speeder?" Gently, Valentine takes Biggs away from the conversation.

Mark facepalms at them both, and smiles at Sara, kissing her cheek. "Hey. How're you holding up? Don't mind them all, by the way. He's just being cocky because he's winning everyone's pants off." Mark pauses. "Uh, not literally, mind."